The Power of Words
Poet: Catherine PulsiferWords, like seeds, are gently sown,
They shape the world, through them we’ve grown.
A kind word heals, a harsh one harms,
They hold the power to calm or alarm.
With words, we build or tear apart,
They touch the mind and stir the heart.
A single phrase can spark a flame,
Or douse a light, and shift the frame.
So choose with care the words you share,
For they can lift or cause despair.
In every word, a choice is made -
To heal, to hurt, to light the shade.
Poetry About Words
The Language of Sorrow
Poet: Catherine PulsiferA touch lingers, heavier than sound,
holding sorrow where words drown.
In silence shared, we build a space,
to cradle hurt with gentle grace.
My eyes speak, though my lips refrain,
your hand catches my unwept rain.
We sit within a muted storm,
our unspoken ache its silent form.
For words sometimes fail the heart’s deep plea,
yet, through your gaze, you carry me.
No need for answers, no need to speak—
just you and I, where silence weeps.
Coffee and Confessions
Poet: Catherine PulsiferThe scent of coffee fills the air,
we sit and talk in worn-out chairs,
two friends who’ve laughed, who’ve cried, who know
the stories each would never show.
But here and now, a truth breaks free,
I tell you what’s been haunting me.
You listen, nod, with eyes so kind,
untangling fears I’d kept confined.
It’s simple, yet it means so much—
a friendship held with gentle touch.
We sip and smile, no need to hide,
with you, I’m seen from every side.
When Voices Settle
Poet: Catherine PulsiferAfter words like storms had flown,
and silence settled, seeds were sown—
a family torn, yet bound by heart,
finding strength to heal, restart.
We sit together, voices low,
softly letting kindness show.
The anger fades, replaced by grace,
each one reclaiming their own space.
A hand extended, bridges crossed,
recovering what was nearly lost.
Through gentle laughs and quiet sighs,
we meet again with clearer eyes.
And in that warmth, we start anew,
a bond remade, both strong and true.
Bridges Rebuilt
Poet: Catherine PulsiferWe spoke in fragments, tangled lines,
each word caught in a web of signs.
You heard one thing, I meant another—
misunderstanding one another.
Days went by in silence worn,
a quiet tension, frayed and torn.
But slowly, softly, we drew near,
to mend the gaps, dissolve the fear.
Piece by piece, the truth unspun—
a bridge rebuilt, two hearts as one.
In open words, we find our way,
and all the shadows drift away.
Misunderstanding Quotes
The Silent Language
Poet: Catherine PulsiferA smile, a glance, a gentle touch,
These silent words can mean so much.
No sound is heard, yet hearts can speak,
Through gestures strong, or soft and meek.
A furrowed brow, a tear that falls,
A nod that answers silent calls.
The language shared without a sound,
In every look, true meaning’s found.
So let us cherish what’s unspoken,
A bond that stays, though words are broken.
For in the silence, love takes flight,
Through nonverbal grace, we share the light.
Words To Live By
Clearing the Air
Poet: Catherine PulsiferWe stumbled in a haze of doubt,
our voices lost, our trust worn out.
Each sentence twisted, meaning blurred,
an empty echo of our words.
But you reached out, a gentle call—
a gesture small, but broke the wall.
We took the time to truly see
the hopes and fears in you and me.
With every word, the air grew clear,
we found the love still standing here.
From tangled thoughts, a bright new start,
misunderstanding torn apart.
The Quiet Between Us
Poet: Catherine PulsiferIn silence, words can drift away,
leaving space for hearts to say
what voices fail to hold or show,
the quiet things we each may know.
A gentle look, a hand held tight,
the calm of stars in softened light—
no need to speak, no need to prove,
a silent bond, a quiet groove.
In pauses deep, we share what’s real,
our hearts laid bare, what we can feel.
No need for noise, no need for haste,
in silence, love is softly traced.
The Gift of Listening
Poet: Catherine PulsiferI hear the words you softly speak,
but deeper still, it’s you I seek.
Beyond the surface, beyond the sound,
I listen for where truth is found.
Your eyes, your heart, they tell the tale,
not just the words, but where they sail.
In every pause, in every sigh,
I hear your soul, I can’t deny.
To listen close is not to judge,
but to feel the weight, the quiet nudge.
In understanding, we connect,
a bond of trust, a deep respect.
Poems About Listening
The Language of a Eyes
Poet: Catherine PulsiferNo words can say what eyes can tell,
in glances shared where feelings dwell.
A fleeting gaze, a gentle stare,
a world of meaning hovers there.
A quiet glance, a hidden plea,
the things you show, you let me see.
With just a look, so much conveyed—
a fear, a hope, a truth displayed.
In silence, understanding grows,
through eyes that speak, through looks that show.
No need for words to cross the air,
in one glance, everything is there.
The Strength of Silence
Poet: Catherine PulsiferIn silence, strength finds gentle grace,
a steady pulse, a needed space.
No rushing words, no hurried sound—
just grounded peace, a world unbound.
When storms of speech can wear us thin,
it’s silence that invites us in,
to gather thoughts, to let them grow,
to find the truth we deeply know.
In stillness, we are free to breathe,
to listen, rest, and then believe.
It’s in the quiet that we find
the deepest peace within our mind.
Empathy’s Touch
Poet: Catherine PulsiferI hear your voice, I feel your pain,
each word you speak, like falling rain.
But it's not just the sound I know,
it’s the depth from which your feelings flow.
I don't need to fix, to make it right,
I only need to share your night.
To sit beside you in your grief,
and offer solace, quiet, brief.
Empathy’s not words that heal,
but presence, still, and hearts that feel.
Together in this space, we stand,
no need for more, just holding hand.
Poems About Empathy
A Silent Understanding
Poet: Catherine PulsiferWhen words escape, and silence speaks,
I understand the way you seek.
In every pause, in every glance,
we find our way, we take the chance.
I don’t need answers, just your truth,
your heart revealed in tender youth.
I listen with a patient ear,
and hold your thoughts when they feel near.
To feel understood is peace restored,
to be heard, to not feel ignored.
In silence shared, we know we’re seen,
a quiet bond, a space serene.
